​They tell us that the voices in our heads aren’t real. But, I wonder if that’s true. I recall a conversation that was going on a few feet away from where I was working concerning a dog that needed a home. I had been thinking about the possibility of getting a dog, but it wasn’t anything I was ready to pursue. But, the more I heard the discussion, the more I knew that the dog in question was meant for me. It was as if the voices were telling me, “That’s your dog. You are meant to have it.” The inner chatter kept up until I spoke up. In addition to the voices there were other little signals that made me confident that dog would be mine, almost as if angels were brushing their wings against the hairs on my arm. The dog, who I named Jimmy in honor of the man who rescued him, became the sweetest dog I’ve ever brought into my life.